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To convince you that I’m not a ghost or stranger Wind in the air or a mist on the range or Rainbows just after and a sun blaze with anger Red in the face with passion It is not the things I care not for, those will pass The things […]

Purple Heart

Under the yew in acrid taste; poison on my tongue Where consternation grows as wild as this overgrowth To have lived so long in the bitterness of a memory Red passion, lights that signal; the end, stop. As I try to pick up these small fragments Fallen and cursed to […]